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see them hot them hot summer days got a nigga feelin gone
we got military issue smoke him like a bong
my niggas roll tighter then a fat bitches thong
killbot beats got a niggas money lookin so long
im eatin beats or eatin off beats it makes bread
whetha i tote a AR or ak it gets head
and when i say head i dont mean its gettin blown
but it is gettin blown right to a niggas dome
little niggas in the hood got more money then me
my niggas go way back we got history
back in the day throwin a couple rocks at some cars
we was never really that gangsta but we acted so hard
till we grew up we held a banga like it was trife
and to think i held one but i only needed a knife
we them type of niggas just run up and take ya life
hop up out the maybach so fresh im takin ya wife
see ive grew up hard but i always had smoke
got a few cousins who will poke you in the throat
like you could be all innocent no joke
and im neva given the belt even if im on the ropes
only niggaz you got is when you heard of em
and them niggas skipped town prolly cuz they murdered him
i could see the fear and hollow tips burnin him
u a Trick or a treat nigga ya sweet hoes turnin em
this is some gully shit u kno ak spray rap
i saw him tremble when i swung the door of the maybach
and i was casual the way i sat back and relaxed
my nine blow crazy like a fiend on a relapse
words is scrambled until they reach ya brain
bullets at random i watch as dey hit ya frame
i been at the highscore champ at this game
everytime she hear my record it amps up ya dame
you'll die ten times if your tryna test me the best be
X out ya lungs right where ya chest be
dual braclets like they arrest me yes me
you like work out world i will stretch b
then south paw i mean left him gushing
eruption deucting the population im cussing
and rubbing blood-and on my hundreds
thats dirty money rushing the bullets combustin
in mid air grapple the gat like rick flair
thats a wrestling punch we wrestle then dump
meaning i trip him and jump grippin the pump
rip out his spine hell choke on his tongue
im raw but my beef always gets well done
your life is like a game of checkers
cuz we fuckin jump u wit black and deckers
the means my niggas jump him wit tools if u a fool
im not normal feel like i stepped in a portal
and me i happen to be the only mortal
my words are all slurred i parked on the curb
kick the fly shit guess what? and dats word
and when i say word nigga i dont mean no letters
and when your under the gun its most likely beretta
thinkin how cud his chest get any fuckin wetter
shots warm him up like a christmas sweater
but hes not all cozy and warm
and the images i see are far from the norm
the blunt gets gutted and torn
then we get fucked up like we was in porn
no homo smoke witta pack or go solo
but either way nigga lip it dats a no no
and yes my tenements is known for the bricks
and nah the only thing you runnin is ya pockets and ya lips
listen im like the firehouse always got bricks
and u sorta underage the way you neva seen a strip
the way i make love to the pot it shud b a crime
oh it is? oh well i get money off mines
money off the nine the way it spit sorta like me
have the drum going dumb like we goin hyphy
but enuff of that lemme tell you bout this white girl
fine scent got me high all in one pot im shure
you might be like no how could that be
cuz im a conneseuir product neva nasty
yes white like a fresh smile or my new kicks
if u try to take it you'll be leakin fluid
you new to this well let me teach you youngin
the way we pump it like joe budden
we on the block wit the rock like a shot foul
I O U? neva some times i ask y we blow it in vowels
so i say to myself like yo how cud this be
these bitin ass niggas steady takin my steez
i ponder the sitio while im blowin them leaves
and im sorta like a wigger im all about G's please
nigga get on ya knees and beg for mercy
why my flow hot and exotic like pots of curry
u a good man you get a case and dont say nuttin
my hands is like my lines come out wit straight punches
and along wit the punches here comes the hook
niggas is so shook when i be on my jux
when i spit a bar i get them ugly looks
we not girls but my goonies love to go cook
see these niggas talk alotta shit but they fraud
until we put heat on em like an ironing board
my niggas flow like fuckin suicide bombers
im a chef ghost smoke call me cappadonna
There's nothing creative in these verses, no new/good concept's or anything...pretty much just 6 pages of bullshit
your user name is sister fister who's sister your own? i could write thought provoking shit i just choose not too.Quote:
Originally Posted by SisterFister
HOT GARBAGE.
dont be a follower. quit rappin.
bitch take ya back pack off for a minute and listne to sum real shit. tho i have been slackin on this last pageQuote:
Originally Posted by Slurch Yung
got money out the ass i shit money
get paper in a flash im so gully
beam on the 40 niggas equipped fully
pull and pop blood leakin from yer skully
haha now thats some real shit
holly wood producer now thats a real clip
all u barkin is bull but u not a pit
u bitin like a rotty hit em raw like the clitoris
see im backin and packin a magnum u slackin
if u ever want action just move on my faction
try to pop up u know that we clappin and rappin
u brick u no trappin we runnin dis rap shit
gunnin da mac kid on u fruit baskets its closed caskets
on u faggots and maggots we track it and wrap it
in saran wrap dump in a lake paid for mistakes
l;eave like a rake life take bomb ya wake tracks i rape
yall niggas so late it is my fate to rate ya copy and paste
rhymes u relate as your own blaze the chrome to ya dome
neva u leave you alone gotta phone home to the block
we pitch rocks in the socks out the drop top wit the glock
once again hot garbage.
thank you for further proving my point.
who r u nigga? another hatin ass backpacker like i give a fuck wat e-rappers think niggas irl respect my rhymesQuote:
Originally Posted by Slurch Yung
Your good.
all of yall are misguided i embody a shepard
retnal visual connectors shut down neurological sectors
cursed with this method like a diabolical leper
hunting gazelles and leopards just to recede my temper
ive been CHARGED with assault and a battery
my lyrics are lacking sweet actually bastards of blasphemy
some call my rhymes a jumble of words
thats absurd how bout i just place ya face in the curb
place ya face in the dirt created from molten earth
ive been murked rebirthed while u spit rhymes rehashed and rehersed
my brain develops in growth spurts anything i say works
insanity coupled with calamity managing to eat away panicing
damaging heavenly or satantically frantically hammering
blood baths of sin infected with noxious gases and pathogens
ya caskets slim rip a faggots limbs bashin him im so masculine
by my fitteds brim kicks and tims pull tht thing fresh out the bing
killcock is a faggit rapper swagga jacker...
hahaha fagQuote:
Originally Posted by SKAMPOE
slicin whole bisons while you bite like mike tyson
i think of what im writing then the pen starts striking
lighting the paper with aristotle thoughts from thermopylae
decks socrates philosophies general like pericles
fire and brimestone speaking unbearably
like dahmers killing the beats uncaringly
killing there ancestors and parents by slicing the larynx
spit in there pharynx its apparent im a devil thts daring
like evil kenevil i stunt like a side show
drive by out the window then drive away real slow
like im just waiting for the cops to cop me
illegally pop and shot me cuz there just crackers and nazis
flow of the nile river complex arithmatic
so be quiet we firing but u say u quit
it's okay you bitch i move beats like i move weight
like rells and jr i only did it for the cake
yo klz klz im hearing rumors like hell rell
these niggas all mad cuz they albums aint sell well
they blame it on the internet new but ive been a vet
baghdad ive been a threat americas arch nemesis
my temperment is not irrelevent while intelligent
im heaven sent and hell bent give it up like it was lent
yall bullets missin like ferris buellers day off
i spray off the AR k pah? im straight raw
these bullets go back and forth like sesaws
till my gun starts jerkin like the GGPR
i sky dive on the high rise im a fly guy by sun rise
but at night fall i fight yall incite brawls and rob malls
air lift ya parents kids sick like therapy of chemo
im on par with KR wutang and primo
yall gamblin lives my gun is a casino
mafioso and capos my niggas all gambinos
im a street pharmacist blocks intelligent
i spit real shit all yours irrelevent
i pop shots replace where ya melon is
i tote hammers show you wat a felon is
its not me trust me i aint frontin
the way i poker face i can tell she bluffin
the way i jump thru fire you can tell im stuntin
and the way shit go down i know hes runnin
like a real nigga will kill niggas for friends and fam
and will pop till the niggas dead or the gun jams
but fake niggas run like usain bolt
it hurts when the heat and pain jolts
you could feel it peirce ya body then u all wet
it hurts you know you dead but not just yet
it could be from the AR or maybe the tec
it could be cuz u talkin or cuz of ya set (EASY!)
picture me in a black jeep lavish as fuck
back seat cracked yak guttin a dutch
drunk out my mind ready to yuck
russian roulette leave ya life to luck
you buy ya punchlines fresh off a website
i get mine from hardwork when the lead strikes
im strong and i blew up like iranian missles
i dont need to diss you ill just dump a pistol
have it rippin thru tissue and not klenex
banga have his chest exposed like V necks
crime scene flow CSI mind state
why wait? listen to lyrical mind rape
ive been through alot yall niggas would cry
disrespect my craft yall niggas would die
all i know is that im not living a lie
im tryna get bread french or rye
mu fucka u dont tote gunz n pop shots
or do 90 percent of the shit u stay writing about.
u need to stfu b4 we show up atcha house n throw hands on ya mommas blouse,
now watchu respond with ''uh i may not live it but i talk about it cuz ma peoples be runnin the streets'',
i know where u from play boy u aint keep it discrete,
by the way that u speak niggaz prolly think u was raised by a marine corp fleet,
but i know ya faggits aint hard to the core regardles of an ill metaphore,
i bet u still cant sleep with a locked door,
afraid of the boogyman whos blood run chilled,
if it wernt for ya lil gated community u prolly would of already been got killed,
NOI bean pie filled,
tha craving to dine on the soul of fake faggits like u,
and the rest of them punks u call CREW but cha niggaz aint true,
to the mu fuckin code we live by,
real kill! u the type of roach we let die when the lead fly all in ya eye,
but u a smart guy who learned to substitute the u for the a,
which brings me to ma original point, nigga u mad gay!
Quote:
Originally Posted by SKAMPOE
afraid of the boogey man? cmon dog let's be real
why dont you all tell us how ghost laced makes you feel
mad sad angry alone like you have no home
keep blazers like sunday service nigga we got chrome
and imma tell you something right now shit is all true
jig you need to stop lettin this nigga rap after you
this shit is like normandy or D-day may day
and my niggas cut you like a DJ we kay slay
you may talk shit about my rhymes and i really dont do this shit
but you not fire you amateur and most likely new to this
im the youngin but imma have to school this kid
hit him with a math book till he spits straight arithmatic
and i didnt even spit no punches in this verse this shit is light work
im quick to fight first swallow the mic burp and spit a hype verse
my niggas straight zombies in shadows that we lurk
u cud be 5 % and rebirthed but just like ya rhymes ill leave u rehearsedd EASY!
rehearsed?, nigga we attackem baggem n stackem all in the hearse,
yea u rock blazers along with a purse,
yousa faggot toy that gets destroyed wit one fourth of ma verse,
this thread is the worst,
excuse for verbal dicipline,
u aint fuckin with me even when i od of the herbal medicine,
lyrically i get it in, wit the ill moves for the win,
u aint shit but another one of these shark niggas so im attackin ur fin.
s9 niggaz got u gassed but ur ass,
we on another type of class with our craft,
like i said yousa shark nigga tryna sink teeths in ma raft,
the lyrics i blast past ur ear drum fast,
n finish the task when ur stuck ina mufuckin body cast,
laid up un able to move,
needle to the grove,
cuttin up the part where it explains yousa faggit ass dood.
as i lay my head down to sleep
i pray for the lord my soul to keep
if i shall die before i wake
make shure you put out the tracks i raped
you know the new lyrical talent i displayed
gamma rays on stage obituaries the front page
a yager case bangas at waist make no mistake
ya life ill take dump u in a lake then smoke an eigth
master mind of corruption deducting the population
words branded by satan sickness of a cancer patient
he who speaks blatant peace forsaken promise breaking
vomit up makeshift rappers in basements and kill there replacements
it went from cretin creations debating there political statements
promising change and racist erasments but its remainin the same kid
i review m rhymes like look what my brain did
this the same kid you told wud neva make it
poetic prophetic messages resonating your residence
its evident evidence ive been sent from heaven kid
ive been bleeding for days from my pen spirtually
while ive been murderin strays physically lyrically
my mind took trips to citys of the ancients
then it went to the future found the earth vacant
at a zero population the city brutally barren
the sight of distant planets truely impairing
more likely to be submitting my mind to ensnaring
murder instrumentals soon to be lyrically bearing
and ive been chasin it nowhere near the fame
while my name rings bells like hunchback of notre dame
i see the future more like a plan visualizer
and im all over the beats like a synthesizer
its all down hill speeding in the charger
hiphops soul so ive died a martyr
killer robot or a terrorist sent in to execute
i stay very cute catch bodies like a prostitute
i roll with a godly crew hold tools immaculate
i was in the play pen back stabbin kids
verge of stalkin the high rise a crook
wholl leave you outlined like ya favorite book
all you see is yellow tape chalk on the side walk
thats a crime scene no one playin hop scotch
kinda like dip samples i happen to chop rocks
my gun is carbonated they ALWAYS pop
you could play around with fire like it was a joke
but if you do your plans will be up in smoke
i got bars like candy or dove soap
and stay wit more devoted followers then the pope
pistol packin and exploded magnums on factions
so holly wood lights cameras then the action
scorching and torching cities its a pity im snorin
borin scroing imported and foreign vehicles abortion
mean im takin out the engine renderin enemys helpless
hog all the instrumentals im selfish
have his lips all swelled up like shell fish
smell this yea thats tht good relish (HAHA)
murder murmur to the cops i stop heart beats
with hard beats im hardly a narc see
im sick with no form of medication my eyes dialated
fascinated by basic makeshift mistakes i spit
meaning im sicker then aids when im at my worst
gift a curse reherse each verse till the steez works
spit words swallow beats then the beast burps
i heat nerds with each turn my speech burns
ill have ya family kissin the floor burst thru the door
till you get the point like a bulletin board
see first i freestyle to warm up the flow
then i ponder some shit and just let it go
i start out fast then eventually write slow
invision the beat ice water just like snow
the beat brutally beatin bleedin pain receding
more kicks and snares im needing to be defeating
im creepin 45 reasoning aint cohesive
cohesive? only when speakin am i completing
a full fledged journey through my mind or a 16
you could catch 16 or fire till its empty
not u talkin to the beat dont tempt me
dont need fists got bars to defend me
lyrical dismemberment definetly remember this
a beat ill render it..well dont even mention it
for all those thats familiar with my temperment
kill ya better half like burnin the new testament
see in the streets im known wit infamousy
when on the beat i spit wit intimacy
then go away disappear mysteriously
gold and gliter focused materialistically
expand your horizons art and fine wine
no trust is both smart and unkind
but better safe and being cautious
cuz i doubt u wish to experience losses
talkin crazy lives are what the cost is
so much pain it could make you nauseous
see i spit bout math like trigganometry
and talk about guns reverse psychology
but still ball like i hit the lottery
fuck the money music is just a part of me
i wouldnt give this up if niggas dared me
get ice and cream like ben and jerrys
i keep living like this on the edge
i keep hearin voices all up in my head
vision is impaired all i invision is death
im high on cocaine pcp and maybe meth
as i sit here in swallow my last breath
go into the light im on the home stretch
talkin mess will get ya dome a fuckin left
and im not talkin a hook fill brains wit lead
shattered carcass dead all up on the bed spread
leave his fuckin head lodged in my uncles shed
i dont give a fuck im twisted like an abortion
im more for the chopping of bodies rather then extortion
my view of the world is forlorn and kinda morbid
i see shadows wraiths and a number assorted horrors
when im in town best not leave ya wife home alone
yall born broke like you had an extra chromosome
flow heat wit no beat move in stealth
yall niggas got stacks but i got wealth
all ya albums and tapes collecting dust on my shelf
pistol whip a nigga like my bad thought u was someone else
its baghdad spazzin eradacatin wit magnums
actin savage bashin yall faggots wit fuckin madness
i spit mind rape on myspace with no faith
go ape with that base no paper plates
that means niggas hittin it like seth petruzelli
my rhymes nasty and dirty so nigga ya smell me
im too tight like a fat bitches thong play along
lyrics hot n hard like they been in the oven too long
guns like cards the king pulls em on jokers they drawn
so when we smoke niggas they chest is like bongs
im flyer then kites at night plus i got balls
ya chick got more in the back then busy cop cars
and i smoke some dimes the others i pipe em
you ya either crush on em or wife em psychemz
(finish l8r)
im a fuckin animal somethin similar to ving rames
teflon vest block shots like lebron james
im the shit yall niggas more like shit stains
buyin an xbox the only way you get game
and recitin my songs only time u spit flames
and watchin zombie flicks only time u get brains
ive been here for years decade and some change
shots drown you in blood and swallow lungs mang
they call me pistol pete when pistols meet ya childrens teeth
you sing on beats i spit street tht make crabs thro a b
comin thru rippin a free pissy like pee
verses like these sicker then STD's between knees
im iller then the next nigga which is you
you shoot bricks i move bricks flip this 1 2
chop a sample throw a kick and a snare and ill rip it bare
you a bad golfer never fuckin shot in the fair
shit was sick son u be killing them sonQuote:
im a fuckin animal somethin similar to ving rames
teflon vest block shots like lebron james
ive been tossin and turning having nightmares
gun on the waist hell nah i dont fight fair
1 on 1 ive graduated from that kiddy shit
my set riding you can catch about fifty clips
i start straight classics and lay back like fifty did
and rhymes get steady rotations like some spinners kid
i bag ya wifey so quickly slip up in her ribs
and all my niggas guilty till proven innocent
im possibly gonna be one of the greatest ever
and sell out or dumb down nigga ill never
hate or wait for anotha niggas say so
and to raise funds neva resort to baggin dat yayo
im tryna make something outta nothing my team
all we got is a slim shot and a fuckin dream
ive been waiting so long to rise up feel me?
they dont dig or understand so they emotionally kill me
all these rappers talk of shit they never really did
they fuck other chicks wit starving little kids
the world is cold but we made it like this
being caught up in this shit impossible to fight it
so i light smoke up and forget the whole nation
u get shot all u think of is retaliation
you kill him his friend kills ya friend time wastin
its so cool media got violence celebrated
ya kids watchin so much trash up on the TV
you doin dirt got nuttin to feed ya seeds
tired of this cruel place suicide the best choice
just blow my brains and leave my fuckin chest moist
but the only thing that keeps me goin is the snare
the bass the sample drums and all of the fans
i know i could do it if just given a chance
even if i gotta murder wit cold blood on my hands
yo fuck a niggas thoughts gimme da cheese
or you will bleed got G's in my jeans
im swaggin and surfin this beat i b murkin
i whoop rico a nigga till my arms start hurtin
and im so cool i know the bitches stare
club like surgery bloods everywhere
and i dont rep tht red but respect it to the fullest
i kno a lotta B's who will feed ya niggas bullets
go ahead and see em if u think they wont pull it
im asleep on ya albums yea i lull it
me and my homies fitted match the back pack
gucci swag on deck green red stripes black
gucci duffel filled wit all the cash raps
i got connections businessses and assets
and we hit the club all my niggas hangin 10
we blow cash easy recession aint phasin them
she said i had a big ego swag was on point
and her body was smokin just like my joint
so i said lil mama lemme get da bar code
bar code ya thats the digits if u aint kno
so when i get ya number lemme c if i cud smash
take the bitch straight to the pad
have her butt naked imma smack that ass
i kicked her out the crib then just laughed
see these valid lines from ancient times of palestine
you wont battle mine or recline witta shattered spine
dictionary defined by the art of rhyme commit crimes
wit 5 nines thats a 45 in prime time
im Armstrong from the crack im peddalin
smash excederin and aderol im killen them
fillin em wit the lead im spitten and rippin them
the illest been the sick one actin devilish
relish this clippin fifths sick fuck no medicine
instantly deadin spreadin there intestines smoke every scent
i am hella bent like im ready to pray
niggas fresh out the pen and they ready to play
witta AK rugers my AKA
and well spray have it lookin like D-day
the sick one clip guns for big funds im rich dun
and if u aint rippun then u probably snitchun